Chapter 13
“我糊口在这个星球上五十四年以来，只被打搅过三次。第一次是二十二年前，不知从那里掉下来一只蚱蜢。上帝晓得，它收回一种可骇的噪音，害得我在一笔账目中出了四个不对。第二次，在十一年前，因为我贫乏熬炼而至，风湿病发作。我没有工夫闲逛。我很当真地做事，现在……这是第三次！我刚计算出五亿零一百万……”
"I don't know. To nobody."
“如许就行了吗？”
“存银行是甚么意义？”
“甚么也不做。它们都是属于我的。”
"If I owned a silk scarf," he said, "I could put it around my neck and take it away with me. If I owned a flower, I could pluck that flower and take it away with me. But you cannot pluck the stars from heaven...""No. But I can put them in the bank.""Whatever does that mean"
“这能够让我变得富有。”
“你如何样占有星星呢？”
“这倒很有诗意，也很好玩，但是，这并不算是了不起的端庄事啊。”小王子想。
“你要这五亿多的星星做甚么？”
“五亿零一百万甚么呀？”小王子对峙问道。他提出题目以后，没有答案是向来不会放弃的。
The businessman raised his head.
"I myself own a flower," he continued his conversation with the businessman, "which I water every day. I own three volcanoes, which I clean out every week (for I also clean out the one that is extinct; one never knows). It is of some use to my volcanoes, and it is of some use to my flower, that I own them. But you are of no use to the stars..."The businessman opened his mouth, but he found nothing to say in answer. And the little prince went away.
小王子仍然还不满足，他说：
"Eh Are you still there Five-hundred-and-one million― I can't stop... I have so much to do! I am concerned with matters of consequence. I don't amuse myself with balderdash. Two and five make seven...""Five-hundred-and-one million what" repeated the little prince, who never in his life had let go of a question once he had asked it.